Going down the mount

Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,When she was young, she saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room, shimmering with gold. It was so beautiful! How come it now looks so dusty and worn,Hearing this, Zhuzhu's eyes lit up, and she nodded solemnly, "Mmm, Master, I remember!"。